Post by gzavadak on Jul 31, 2013 22:58:14 GMT -5
PCW’s resident holy man’s ministry had continued to experience levels of success he could’ve only seen in dreams. Coming off of a victory over Smith Jones, one which many of the industry’s insiders, including Shannon Saint himself, called a classic match. The victory had given the good Reverend a distinction no other PCW competitor could claim, he was the only man to hold two wins over the self-proclaimed “Mean Mean Man.” Then again, treading into unexplored territory was nothing new to the company’s longest reigning Platinum Champion.
The cult of the self had once again been defeated by God’s Broadsword, proving the dominance of his Lord and Savior. His divine crusade had silenced all of the critics who questioned his abilities following the Steel Cage Match at Slamathon IV. And, now, one final test lied in his way before Wrestle Extravaganza IV, where whether he knew it or not, Nightrain would get his and serve as the foremost example of the fate that awaited anyone that would seek to purvey sights of outright barbarism in the future.
Brytain Montgomery. Clearly, so much time around Syn had rubbed some of his tenacity and prowess off on her. Ending the winning streak of Curtis Wilkes put her on the map, leaving Brian Stryker’s demise as PCW Broadcast Champion at her hand all but inevitable. This young starlet had yet to take a loss, but now she had a date with “The Evangelist.”
Now was hardly a time that would allow even the slightest hint of weakness. Not with two of the biggest battles of the preacher man’s PCW career so nigh on the horizon. But, alas some things are beyond our control. How would the Reverend Matthews react to a certain figure from his shadowy past choosing to reappear? Someone who had the power to make his life a living hell. Someone who served as a remembrance of him at his weakest point.
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The scene opens to the pastoral offices of Birmingham First Baptist Church. Behind his desk sits “The Evangelist” Jerry Matthews. He is wearing a white shirt with a red tie, his feet up on the desk as he leans back in his chair. The room is silent except for the sound of Matthews’ consistent breathing. It seems that he is well within the arms of slumber.
All of a sudden, a boisterous yell echoes from outside the office door. This is followed by a loud thud from an impact that shakes the office door to its very hinges. Matthews is immediately awakened by the noise, and he quickly sits up in his chair. He rises and reaches into his desk drawer, pulling out the very Beretta that marked the fateful dream that had led to such enlightening revelations.
Matthews pulls back the hammer on the pistol and points it at the door before making an attempt to identify the source of the racket, one he screams at the top of his lungs.
Jerry Matthews: WHO, IN THE NAME OF GOD, HAS COME TO HIS HOUSE?
The door knob begins to turn slightly, and the holy man tightens his grip on the trigger. In walks Deacon Jeremiah, who looks a tad worse for wear. His left cheek bares three deep scratch marks, and his trademark sunglasses are missing most of a lens, mere shards remaining in its place.
At the sight of his spiritual liaison, the pastor slowly begins to lower the pistol.
Jerry Matthews: What in God’s name was that, Jeremiah?
The Deacon removes his now useless glasses, discarding them in the nearest waste basket.
Deacon Jeremiah: It would seem that you have a female caller, Father. Someone who makes some very bold claims I couldn’t believe. She demands to see you immediately.
Matthews puts the pistol down on the desk.
Jerry Matthews: I told you that I didn’t want to be disturbed. It’s bad enough that I still have failed in coaxing Nightrain into the ring to put him down like a sick dog. I don’t need to be pestered with every harlot that walks the streets.
Jeremiah begins to shake his head.
Deacon Jeremiah: This one is different, Reverend. She claims that, at one point, she was your wife.
Matthews takes in the news for a moment. He lets out a deep breath, and retakes his seat behind his desk.
Jerry Matthews: Send her in, Deacon. Also, please feel free to head home. Your services won’t be required for the rest of the day.
The Deacon simply bows his head and leaves the office. A continuous clacking proceeds “The Evangelist’s” unannounced appointment, as if the woman is walking on knives. Soon after, the door is pushed open, and standing before Matthews is a rather striking woman. She is wearing a rather high pair of stilettos, wearing a black pin-striped pant suit. Her jet black hair is pulled back tightly into a bun, her prying eyes concealed by a dark pair of sunglasses. After taking in the surroundings, she removes her glasses, her bright green eyes locking with the masked Reverend.
Woman: Funny, I was always the one saying I’d set you on fire.
Matthews stares defiantly back as he replies to the ill-intentioned joke on his behalf.
Jerry Matthews: How long have you been waiting to make that quip, hon? Don’t deny that those cute little jokes are one of the few pleasures you have remaining.
The woman walks into the office, and takes a seat right across from her presumed ex-husband. It is her turn to return an evil glare.
Jerry Matthews: To what do I owe this greatest of displeasures, Felicia?
Felicia crosses her arms and sits back in her chair.
Felicia: It seems you’ve gotten rather thrifty at avoiding our little arrangement.
Matthews begins to shake his head in disgust.
Jerry Matthews: You mean the alimony you don’t need. It seems that you’re getting along just fine.
He motions up and down in an attempt to draw her attention to her rather professional attire. Felicia shakes it off.
Felicia: No, I mean the alimony that the County Court ruled was my right until I finally decided to remarry!!
Jerry Matthews: Why bring up the past? You’re not fooling anyone, Felicia, you’ve never needed it. Not with your father bankrolling all the sinful choices I’m sure you’re still famous for.
Felicia: You mean like the first night I spent with you!
Matthews begins to breath heavier, forcing himself to keep his inner anger under control. How dare she show up out of the blue like this, making these outlandish demands. No doubt she needed some extra money to head out and find her next boy toy, until like all the rest, she discarded him for the bigger and better model. There is no way he would cave.
Jerry Matthews: Don’t think for one second that you’re going to squeeze even a single dime out of me. This tap ran dry a long time ago for you, darling.
Matthews crosses his arms and sits back in his chair, a small devilish smile creeping across his face.
Felicia: Don’t think I haven’t been paying attention to you, preacher man. All of the victories, the titles, the endorsements your ministry is receiving. I know that you’re flush with cash, and even if I need to take you back to court, I intend on getting my due!!!
Matthews’ former flame stands up abruptly from her seat, and storms out of the office. Matthews begins to whistle, appearing to have taken the victory in this first battle as the scene fades to black.
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The scene opens to the locker room of “The Evangelist” Jerry Matthews. He is standing behind a pulpit, and has a grim, expressionless look on his face. He wastes no time in speaking to the camera.
Jerry Matthews: Brothers and sisters of the faith, forgive me, for I fear that time is short. Yet, still I knew that I had to take the time to take away any concerns you might possibly have. What is a week without a message from your favorite pastor, after all.
His look softens, and he begins to smile.
Jerry Matthews: The news mill began to run when I sent in an open contract to PCW General Manager Morgan Simmons. I’m here to tell all of you that this little factoid is indeed true. Recent revelations have reassured me that I must always put my crusade before myself, and that is what I am prepared to do to get a shot at Nightrain. That barbaric sinner can dream up whatever torture chamber he could ever fancy, and I will meet him head on, like the Archangel carrying a burning sword.
He makes a slashing gesture with his left arm.
Jerry Matthews: Nightrain will be cut down, because it what the Good Lord has demanded of me. Only then can PCW finally begin to shed the awful reputation its many displays of violence have earned. By the grace of God, it will be so.
Matthews makes the sign of the cross with his right hand.
Jerry Matthews: But, before I can finally thrash Nightrain, I must go through the PCW Broadcast Champion herself, Brytain Montgomery. When you think of Brytain, you can’t help but think of the brightest of the stars in the sky that is the PCW universe. She has beaten legends, and has yet to be defeated in her quest for glory and fame. Some wouldn’t blame her for her choosing to walk around with such an attitude of cockiness and arrogance.
Matthews wags a finger at the camera.
Jerry Matthews: But, I will cast the accusing stone. Brytain, you have all of the potential in the world, that I won’t deny. And, undoubtedly, Smith Jones will have his hands full when he finally does decide to take his shot at you. But, that doesn’t mean that you have the right to carry yourself as if you are the greatest thing since sliced bread. God chose to bless your career with unparalleled success, and yet you continue to spit on his name.
Matthews pauses, and picks up the pulpit and hurls it against a locker.
Jerry Matthews: Don’t for one second think that I’m not aware of all of the sin that you harbor in your heart. Don’t think that all of the lust you harbored for Smith when he delivered you flowers or all of the jealousy you harbored when he chose to court Mya Denton over you hasn’t all been revealed to me. I know all of the evils that comprise you, Brytain, but I see through your cleverly constructed smoke screen. When we finally go head to head, you will come to know what defeat feels like, all so that your soul may have a second chance. Because, believe you me, God would be foolish to close his house to a woman with your potential. The Word of the Lord, Thanks Be to God!!!!
Matthews crosses himself, and storms off screen as the camera fades to black.
The cult of the self had once again been defeated by God’s Broadsword, proving the dominance of his Lord and Savior. His divine crusade had silenced all of the critics who questioned his abilities following the Steel Cage Match at Slamathon IV. And, now, one final test lied in his way before Wrestle Extravaganza IV, where whether he knew it or not, Nightrain would get his and serve as the foremost example of the fate that awaited anyone that would seek to purvey sights of outright barbarism in the future.
Brytain Montgomery. Clearly, so much time around Syn had rubbed some of his tenacity and prowess off on her. Ending the winning streak of Curtis Wilkes put her on the map, leaving Brian Stryker’s demise as PCW Broadcast Champion at her hand all but inevitable. This young starlet had yet to take a loss, but now she had a date with “The Evangelist.”
Now was hardly a time that would allow even the slightest hint of weakness. Not with two of the biggest battles of the preacher man’s PCW career so nigh on the horizon. But, alas some things are beyond our control. How would the Reverend Matthews react to a certain figure from his shadowy past choosing to reappear? Someone who had the power to make his life a living hell. Someone who served as a remembrance of him at his weakest point.
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The scene opens to the pastoral offices of Birmingham First Baptist Church. Behind his desk sits “The Evangelist” Jerry Matthews. He is wearing a white shirt with a red tie, his feet up on the desk as he leans back in his chair. The room is silent except for the sound of Matthews’ consistent breathing. It seems that he is well within the arms of slumber.
All of a sudden, a boisterous yell echoes from outside the office door. This is followed by a loud thud from an impact that shakes the office door to its very hinges. Matthews is immediately awakened by the noise, and he quickly sits up in his chair. He rises and reaches into his desk drawer, pulling out the very Beretta that marked the fateful dream that had led to such enlightening revelations.
Matthews pulls back the hammer on the pistol and points it at the door before making an attempt to identify the source of the racket, one he screams at the top of his lungs.
Jerry Matthews: WHO, IN THE NAME OF GOD, HAS COME TO HIS HOUSE?
The door knob begins to turn slightly, and the holy man tightens his grip on the trigger. In walks Deacon Jeremiah, who looks a tad worse for wear. His left cheek bares three deep scratch marks, and his trademark sunglasses are missing most of a lens, mere shards remaining in its place.
At the sight of his spiritual liaison, the pastor slowly begins to lower the pistol.
Jerry Matthews: What in God’s name was that, Jeremiah?
The Deacon removes his now useless glasses, discarding them in the nearest waste basket.
Deacon Jeremiah: It would seem that you have a female caller, Father. Someone who makes some very bold claims I couldn’t believe. She demands to see you immediately.
Matthews puts the pistol down on the desk.
Jerry Matthews: I told you that I didn’t want to be disturbed. It’s bad enough that I still have failed in coaxing Nightrain into the ring to put him down like a sick dog. I don’t need to be pestered with every harlot that walks the streets.
Jeremiah begins to shake his head.
Deacon Jeremiah: This one is different, Reverend. She claims that, at one point, she was your wife.
Matthews takes in the news for a moment. He lets out a deep breath, and retakes his seat behind his desk.
Jerry Matthews: Send her in, Deacon. Also, please feel free to head home. Your services won’t be required for the rest of the day.
The Deacon simply bows his head and leaves the office. A continuous clacking proceeds “The Evangelist’s” unannounced appointment, as if the woman is walking on knives. Soon after, the door is pushed open, and standing before Matthews is a rather striking woman. She is wearing a rather high pair of stilettos, wearing a black pin-striped pant suit. Her jet black hair is pulled back tightly into a bun, her prying eyes concealed by a dark pair of sunglasses. After taking in the surroundings, she removes her glasses, her bright green eyes locking with the masked Reverend.
Woman: Funny, I was always the one saying I’d set you on fire.
Matthews stares defiantly back as he replies to the ill-intentioned joke on his behalf.
Jerry Matthews: How long have you been waiting to make that quip, hon? Don’t deny that those cute little jokes are one of the few pleasures you have remaining.
The woman walks into the office, and takes a seat right across from her presumed ex-husband. It is her turn to return an evil glare.
Jerry Matthews: To what do I owe this greatest of displeasures, Felicia?
Felicia crosses her arms and sits back in her chair.
Felicia: It seems you’ve gotten rather thrifty at avoiding our little arrangement.
Matthews begins to shake his head in disgust.
Jerry Matthews: You mean the alimony you don’t need. It seems that you’re getting along just fine.
He motions up and down in an attempt to draw her attention to her rather professional attire. Felicia shakes it off.
Felicia: No, I mean the alimony that the County Court ruled was my right until I finally decided to remarry!!
Jerry Matthews: Why bring up the past? You’re not fooling anyone, Felicia, you’ve never needed it. Not with your father bankrolling all the sinful choices I’m sure you’re still famous for.
Felicia: You mean like the first night I spent with you!
Matthews begins to breath heavier, forcing himself to keep his inner anger under control. How dare she show up out of the blue like this, making these outlandish demands. No doubt she needed some extra money to head out and find her next boy toy, until like all the rest, she discarded him for the bigger and better model. There is no way he would cave.
Jerry Matthews: Don’t think for one second that you’re going to squeeze even a single dime out of me. This tap ran dry a long time ago for you, darling.
Matthews crosses his arms and sits back in his chair, a small devilish smile creeping across his face.
Felicia: Don’t think I haven’t been paying attention to you, preacher man. All of the victories, the titles, the endorsements your ministry is receiving. I know that you’re flush with cash, and even if I need to take you back to court, I intend on getting my due!!!
Matthews’ former flame stands up abruptly from her seat, and storms out of the office. Matthews begins to whistle, appearing to have taken the victory in this first battle as the scene fades to black.
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The scene opens to the locker room of “The Evangelist” Jerry Matthews. He is standing behind a pulpit, and has a grim, expressionless look on his face. He wastes no time in speaking to the camera.
Jerry Matthews: Brothers and sisters of the faith, forgive me, for I fear that time is short. Yet, still I knew that I had to take the time to take away any concerns you might possibly have. What is a week without a message from your favorite pastor, after all.
His look softens, and he begins to smile.
Jerry Matthews: The news mill began to run when I sent in an open contract to PCW General Manager Morgan Simmons. I’m here to tell all of you that this little factoid is indeed true. Recent revelations have reassured me that I must always put my crusade before myself, and that is what I am prepared to do to get a shot at Nightrain. That barbaric sinner can dream up whatever torture chamber he could ever fancy, and I will meet him head on, like the Archangel carrying a burning sword.
He makes a slashing gesture with his left arm.
Jerry Matthews: Nightrain will be cut down, because it what the Good Lord has demanded of me. Only then can PCW finally begin to shed the awful reputation its many displays of violence have earned. By the grace of God, it will be so.
Matthews makes the sign of the cross with his right hand.
Jerry Matthews: But, before I can finally thrash Nightrain, I must go through the PCW Broadcast Champion herself, Brytain Montgomery. When you think of Brytain, you can’t help but think of the brightest of the stars in the sky that is the PCW universe. She has beaten legends, and has yet to be defeated in her quest for glory and fame. Some wouldn’t blame her for her choosing to walk around with such an attitude of cockiness and arrogance.
Matthews wags a finger at the camera.
Jerry Matthews: But, I will cast the accusing stone. Brytain, you have all of the potential in the world, that I won’t deny. And, undoubtedly, Smith Jones will have his hands full when he finally does decide to take his shot at you. But, that doesn’t mean that you have the right to carry yourself as if you are the greatest thing since sliced bread. God chose to bless your career with unparalleled success, and yet you continue to spit on his name.
Matthews pauses, and picks up the pulpit and hurls it against a locker.
Jerry Matthews: Don’t for one second think that I’m not aware of all of the sin that you harbor in your heart. Don’t think that all of the lust you harbored for Smith when he delivered you flowers or all of the jealousy you harbored when he chose to court Mya Denton over you hasn’t all been revealed to me. I know all of the evils that comprise you, Brytain, but I see through your cleverly constructed smoke screen. When we finally go head to head, you will come to know what defeat feels like, all so that your soul may have a second chance. Because, believe you me, God would be foolish to close his house to a woman with your potential. The Word of the Lord, Thanks Be to God!!!!
Matthews crosses himself, and storms off screen as the camera fades to black.